Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.